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In the small hours,
hear my heart beating.
The dark crowds me,
Listen to your breathing,
Thoughts scatter, mind shatters
Questioning my being
Tears form,
Silently seeping,
Hopelessness weighs heavy,
No chance of sleeping.
Do I wake you?
Comfort seeking?
©️ Juliette Turrell
Ah insomnia, my old friend… time to ‘put kettle on and make a cuppa’ because just lying in the dark will make me maudlin. 😕
Minor set back Juliette, get your shit together 😅
Juliette Turrell 
Ah, I seem to be very well acquainted with your old friend…he’s a most unwelcome guest, isn’t he? Hang in there. Hope your cuppa does the trick. 🙂
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I am my worst critic, (I think most of us are) but in the dark , tired, upset, it’s always worse! So I’m up, I’ve let the dog out and made some tea 😊 the cat just looked at me as if I broke into her home… 😅
All will be well, I hope.
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